Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.